At the bar, Ginny dipped her beer with Paul, and Ted.
'What if there is a Jason Voorhees. He would be older now. Some boy-man beast unleashed in the dark woods. Alice Louise Hardy killed his mother, Pamela. I don't believe in death curses', she asked them.262Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmiRZmW5gGM
'Jason's a legend; a legend', Paul answered.262Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyyOIZD2S2Q
'What if it's not?', Ginny said.
'Ah, are there any after-hours' places around here?', Ted asked Caroline Harris, the twenty-four year old Manager of the bar.
'Yes, and I have a key', she smiled, as by an answer.
He smiled, and decided to spend the night with her.
'Have fun', Ted said.262Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOlZD0ELpUt
'Lucky', Paul grinned.
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It was 9:30 PM in the evening when Paul paid for the hamburgers and beers. It came to $9.50.
He looked at the car.
As he, and Ginny, reached it, Ginny had a bad feeling that something bad was going to happen. The camp was silent. 'Did everyone go to bed early?', Paul asked her. 'Maybe', Ginny answered.
They reached the loungeroom.
A heaviness consumed them.
'Paul. There's someone in the fucking room'. Paul saw someone. It was Jason Voorhees.
After a fight, he was knocked unconscious.
Ginny fled in terror.
***
Ginny knew that the nightmare was real.
She fled to a bunk.
And went underneath it.
***
Jason Voorhees walked around the cabins.
Ginny headed out of the bunk, and went through the window. She fell downward onto the soft ground. It was wet. She ran through the woods. When she reached the old, dilapidated iron shack, she saw the dead body of Crazy Ralph, and the Crystal Lake Police Officer.
She took a long, deep, breath.
Then she went inside.
***
Jason Voorhees arrived.
He swung the machete high in the air, and it struck the front door. The hinges fell onto the ground; the faded paint was chipped. When he went in, Ginny opened the door with her right hand; the door opened. She saw the sinister looking Altar. And the candles in holders. Wax dripped on its sides. On the bottom was an old sweater that was worn by Jason's mother, Pamela Sue Voorhees. She put it over her sweater; her bra was warm.
'Jason! Mother is talking to you', she uttered.
The image of Mrs. Pamela Sue Voorhees was superimposed over her.262Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2D7ympKMm2
'Jason. They're lying to you. She is lying!'.
Jason aimed a machete, and sliced downward.
Ginny gasped in pain, as her right leg was cut.
She limped away.
After a fight, Jason dropped the weapon.
***
Seconds later, Paul arrived.
'Ginny!!!', he yelled.
She grabbed the killer's machete, and hit it across the neck.
Jason Voorhees fell downward, and remained still as a statue.
The silence became loud.
***
Paul removed the hood.
'Jesus!'.
Jason Voorhees's head was swollen.
He was like an outdoor redneck psychopath.
The horror was almost over, as they headed outside, went through the woods, then reached the counsellor's cabin.
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